Leaving Las Vegas

The bus pulled to a stop and everyone but me exited, into the desert it seemed; there were no buildings near. The driver put the bus in Park. The airport was in plain view, but I asked anyway, "Should I get off here and walk that way to the airport?" He stood up to stretch. "No, please don't! I just have to wait here another 2 minutes." "Will we get there by 4:30?" He laughed, "We'd have to go really slow to get there by 4:30." Normally I would have felt like an idiot and kept quiet. "I had to ask," I replied, "because time and distance in Las Vegas are not like time and distance in any other city."